baking soda and vinegar

Noir avoided the eastern lands like they might give him the plague. Though he did hold a bit of curiosity about the state of his birth place with the death of Shaye it wasn’t enough to want to confront any of his kin. They weren’t worth his time, especially when there was so much to see and do… The thought trailed towards Theta. He’d lost track of her again a while ago and with her being gone he could feel more keenly the missing pieces of life. Which brought him to thoughts of Recluse.

If there was one wolf that he felt himself drawn to it was the ghostly woman. He’d finally caught a hint of her whereabouts and though he was disappointed in the proximity to Abaven the likelihood of encountering a Destruction was slim to none. The massive young man sauntered easily over the green earth, the grass was tall as he waded through. Night ruled the land, but the moon was heavy if not full. Blue and lavender eyes lifted for a moment to the sky before returning his attention to the sound of water.

The Destruction arrived at a moon touched spring. The water didn’t smell drinkable but he could feel the warmth through his paws as he wandered closer. The texture of the rock.. if he could call it that, was almost like abalone shell. The place was lush and luxurious, and for a moment Noir forgot his mission and slipped into the warmth of the moving water and let the tension drift from his body. The frustrations pent up were relaxed for those moments as he lowered his head to the side of the pool and closed his eyes.